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Name: Melissa
Birthday: 10/29/1984
Gender: Female
Occupation: Student
Industry: Education/Research
Member Since:
6/12/2004
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| A salute to summerHi. Remember me? If you don't that's okay. I feel as though I am not the same person I was writing the entry below. But this is the direct consequence of said entry. Moving. Permanently- probably, possibly, something to the effect of moving away for the fall and not returning once the school year is out. My life is in boxes and I am not quite done yet. I am worried that not everything will fit into my quaint and cute one bedroom apartment. I am terrified beyond belief at managing my own accounts and budgeting for school. I have stuff packed in boxes at my new apartment, stuff coming in a U-Haul that has been hiding at the Love Nest (hmm... maybe I should come up with a name for my new place...), and a garage full of junk. The kicker? I'm not exactly done yet. And due to the fact that I have little to no spine, I am doing extra favors to others tomorrow. I like helping others, but I'm just worried about myself. This summer has been good. Sorta weird. But we made it work. Retail was a job I didn't hate, and wasn't stressed about making a sales quota. I met a ton of fascinating people and saved some money towards a new computer. (The rest I probably just put right back into the store, but hey, with the discount, it really wasn't too bad of a deal.) By the time the summer was over, I found myself working 7 days a week- six in the store and one teaching lessons. I loved teaching. My students were amazing, so full of life and challenges. I had 3 piano students, ranging in age from 6 to retirement; and 2 voice students in high school. All of them made great progress, but my voice students reminded me so much of me, that they will always have a special place in my heart. I spent some time with friends and family. Though most of my time was working. I did my absolutely fabulous week at voice camp. I did an evening at Cedar Point. I caught fireflies at dusk. I watched a thunderstorm roll through town. I played piano (totally against my better judgement) for the folk group at mass. I got new glasses. I signed my first lease. I watched a lot of Food Network. I have so many ah-mazing friends and experiences to be thankful for. And I feel like a terrible person because I don't know if I'm going to be able to say "Goodbye" to many of them. Some are taking off for grad programs. Others have found a vocation (or at least current employment). I miss hugs from people I always made a point to see in the summer. (And I still believe that no one hugs quite like a NDA girl.) My next adventure to Toledo is already planned (mostly because not everything is going to make the first move). So here's to: the ladies who lunch, the friends who watch food on TV, road trips to Ikea, sales quotas and folding pants/shirts/shorts/ties/etc., Harry Potter parties and theories, mass rehearsals with crabby people, lessons on life and music, well lived (but always short) times with friends, and the last summer of Toledo. | | |
| I DID IT!!!!
I am gainfully employed for this fall! I will be moving to Dayton at some point later this summer to work in a Centerville City Schools middle school as a music teacher. It is beyond such a relief to have a purpose and game plan post graduation. And it is still amazingly early. It is a good feeling.
Yesterday I had an interview at another school in the same district and didn't get that position. I was with Jon and Katie for a nice evening of food and movies. It's a good thing I wasn't alone- they are amazingly wonderful and were able to boost my spirits. I spent the majority of today fretting over today's interview, driving home, spending probably the rest of my cell phone minutes. Meh. It's worth it for days like today. Now I've reached the point in which I don't even make sense to myself.
Random side note, I want to start journalling daily again. I really liked it when I was forced to journal for the start of student teaching. Words and syntax have this amazing power over the soul- not like this entry (something I feel is just thrown together- which is pretty accurate). The more reading I can do, the better my writing will be. I believe that is where the problem comes in hand- I've lost that passion for reading. I know it hasn't gone far. But ever since college, what little spare time I had was not reinvested in fiction or any reading for "fun". It is going to be something that I gradually reintroduce into my life. Blessed be summer. Now to find employment to keep me out of trouble for the summer.
Until then, as Emily Dickinson wrote: "Dwell in possibility."
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| Today is another, and final, round of interviews for Centerville schools at one school. If I do well today, I potentially am employed for the fall. If things don't pan out (and you never know who else is interviewing), I will probably be interviewing tomorrow for the other school position. I'm putting a lot of faith and hope into these interviews. It would be awesome and I think that I could do a lot of good in the world. I told Erik its like shoe shopping; this seems to be my be all end all analogy. It's all about finding the right fit. They wouldn't have graduated us if we weren't ready. They wouldn't have bestowed us faux diplomas if we aren't able to do great things in the world. Would they?
I'm still feeling under the weather. Though I think my Marge Simpson speaking days are at an end. I can't wait to see people finally this week. From doing all this unpacking, going to Dayton for a day for an interview to get me to this point, to fostering a sinsus infection (I have too many people to thank for that one), I just really haven't been able to get out into Toledo. But that's okay. The summer is ahead and I have no idea of what I'm going to do to keep my self out of trouble (aka- find a means of bringing in some money).
The day is new. The sun shines here. And it's a great day to be alive. Time to keep my nerves about me and really do something great! Like get a job...
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| What does one do instead of pack? Probably this. Graduation day is Sunday. I have an interview in Madeira in Cincy today and I must leave in 2 hours. Do I have my game on for that? Not so much. I have another interview with Centerville on Thursday, so I will at least come back to the Dayton area for an evening. Each good-bye gets more and more difficult. It is weird because I truly do not see this as the end. I say "Goodnight" because I know that "Good morning" always follows. So, UD, until next time. Back to pack. | | |
| So Minster did not pan out. But I guess that's okay since I really didn't have my heart set on the position. Rejection still hurts. It's not going to get any easier. Tomorrow is a crazy day: teach half day, interview down in Cincy, voice lesson, chauffeur roommate because I'm nice, go to Centerville interview, crash/chill. I'm really hoping something happens, and preferrably sooner than later so I feel like my life would have direction. For the past few days I feel that I have been living on the emotional edge, trying desperately to scotch tape the shards of my life. It works. Sorta. I just want to make it to Friday. Then fun and work can begin. I'm just done with being everyone's lackey. I love to help people, but now I'm feeling abused. So I recognize the opportunities to say no. I just have to say it. Fingers crossed? Here goes nothing. | | |
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